We passed Ken in the hallway and I refused to make eye contact. Returning to our seat we saw that our neighbor was once again asleep, a pillow over his head. "Look," Jack pointed silently to me. The man's pants strained with an erection and there were dribbles of fluid stain. I carefully avoided touching him and I sat with my head on Jack's should for the rest of the flight.
We landed with no more incidence of turbulence and I sat between my two men in the taxi. My halter top was heading south, hanging onto the tips of my nipples and showing the pink but I didn't care. The driver kept eyeing me in the mirror and when we finally stopped he said to no one in particular, "I don't know who she belongs to, but he's a lucky man."
I sighed. I was the lucky one.
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